Everybody was sitting around a round table discussing the current events.
"If we hadn't of drunk that coffee yesterday, then we wouldn't still have withdrawal symptoms!" Everyone said.
"Bipolar, its your fault for letting us drink it, now we'll suffer even more!"
"Look, it's not entirely my fault, if you people actually stopped drinking at your first cup, then it would of lasted for a few more days." Bipolar replied.
Someone in the room was giggling.
"Hehehehehehehehe" Urameshi giggled.
"What, what is now urameshi?" Bipolar was relieved that even one person wasn't making a hole in his ear drum.
"A secret admirer sent me coffee in my mail...hehehhe." His giggling kept interupting. "It's funny seeing you all fighting for it hehehhe." He then stopped and realized his mistake when he saw the townies staring at him. "Look here, it's MY coffee, MY good looks earned it, you'd have to get that coffee over my dead body," He stood up slamming his hand on the table on the process. "and if you think that-" he stopped for a second. "if you think that... that.... that.." he fell on his back, spread eagle, his mouth still a little open. Urameshi was poisoned.
"Anyone still want that coffee?"
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